The battlefield was finally quiet. Bodies littered the ground, and the last remnants of smoke curled into the night air. Deadpool took a deep breath, savoring the silence, before his gaze landed on the only other figure still standing beside him: Wolverine.
Logan was a mess—covered in dirt, bruised, and with a faint trickle of blood running down his cheek. Yet somehow, Deadpool thought, he looked as ruggedly handsome as ever. Wade tilted his head, letting out a low whistle.
“Well, well, look who’s all growly and gorgeous even when covered in blood.” Deadpool’s voice carried through the empty field, laced with amusement. “How do you do it, Logan? Is it the mutant genes, or do you bathe in motor oil and self-loathing?”
Logan’s eyes narrowed, his shoulders tense as he glanced over at Deadpool with a gruff huff. “You’ve got about five seconds to back off before I give you another scar to add to your collection.”
Wade leaned in closer, his elbow coming to rest on Logan’s shoulder with a little too much familiarity, eyes gleaming behind the mask. “Oh, Logie—don’t tease me like that. You know how I feel about bad boys with anger issues.”
The eye roll Logan gave him could’ve leveled a building, but Wade pretended not to notice, instead batting his eyelashes dramatically. “But you gotta admit, we make one hell of a team,” Wade said, nudging him. “Claws and katanas… a little animal magnetism… tell me you’re not feelin’ this chemistry.”
Logan grunted, shrugging Wade’s arm off like he was a bothersome fly. “You’re about as charming as a rabid dog,” he muttered. “If you’re done yammering, maybe you can give me a hand cleaning up this mess.”
Wade crossed his arms over his chest, head tilted in faux offense. “Clean up? Oh, I can do way more than that, my furry friend,” he said, throwing in an exaggerated wink that Logan did his best to ignore. “Healing factor, big heart, and absolutely no personal boundaries… I’m basically your dream guy, if you ever gave me a chance.”
Logan let out a long-suffering sigh, rolling his eyes skyward as if looking for patience. “The only chance you’re getting is a head start before I get back to punching you.”
Wade held a hand to his chest as if wounded. “Oh, Wolvie, you sure know how to make a guy feel special.” His voice dropped to a sultry murmur, filled with melodrama. “But I’ll be waiting right here, claws and all, for the day you admit you like having me around.”
Logan didn’t dignify that with a response, just turned on his heel to walk away, muttering something under his breath.
Wade’s grin faltered for just a second as Logan stopped in his tracks, the silence between them stretching tighter than any of Wade's best jokes could defuse. Logan glanced over his shoulder, eyes dark and piercing under his furrowed brow. Slowly, he turned back, closing the space between them until Wade could feel the warmth of his breath.
“You keep pushing, Wade,” Logan murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. “One day, you might just get what you’re asking for.”
Wade’s heart stuttered, but he held his ground, eyes gleaming with a new intensity behind his mask. He leaned in, his voice a playful whisper, tinged with something he couldn't quite mask. “Maybe that’s the whole plan, big guy.”
They stood there, close enough to touch, the heat between them as thick as the silence surrounding them. Logan’s gaze flicked down for just a second—too quick, too subtle—but Wade caught it. A flicker of something unreadable flashed in Logan’s eyes before he turned abruptly, shoulders tense as he walked off, his words trailing behind him.
A slow, satisfied smile spreading across Wade's face, his fingers tingling where Logan’s presence had lingered. "Oh, trust me, Logan,” he murmured to himself, eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “I’m counting on it.”
Wade felt Logan's eyes on him, the weight of his gaze making his heart race. He sauntered towards him, his hips swaying with each step. As he approached, he saw the hunger in Logan's eyes, a hunger that mirrored his own.
Wade stopped in front of Logan, his body inches away from his. The air between them crackled with tension, the anticipation building like a coiled spring. Logan's hand reached out, his fingers grazing against Wade's hip.
Wade shivered at the touch, his breath catching in his throat. He looked up at Logan, his eyes dark with desire.
"You know me too well," he said, his voice a husky whisper.
Logan's hand moved from Wade's hip to his lower back, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together. He could feel the heat radiating off of Wade, the way his heart was pounding in his chest. He leaned in, his breath warm against Wade's ear.
"I know everything about you," he growled, his voice sending shivers down Wade's spine. "Inside and out."
Wade chuckled, his fingers tingling where they had brushed against the other's skin. He leaned against the wall, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"Oh, trust me, Wolvie," he murmured to himself, eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "I'm counting on it."
Wolverines touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through his veins. He leaned into the embrace, his body responding instinctively to the other man's touch. His breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the hard planes of the other man's body against his own. The scent of him, a mix of leather and musk, filled his senses, intoxicating him further.
Logan's lips traced a path along Wade's neck, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. He could feel the way Wade's body trembled in his arms, the way he arched into his touch.
He bit down gently, just enough to make Wade gasp and shudder. His hands roamed over Wade's body, mapping out every inch of him as if committing him to memory.
Wade moaned softly as Logan's lips moved to his ear, his breath hot against his skin. He could feel the other man's desire mirroring his own, the heat between them growing with each passing moment.*
Logan's hands slid under Wade's shirt, his fingers tracing over the contours of his abs. The touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through Wade's body, and he pressed closer, seeking more.
Wolverine's touch was gentle, his hands caressing Wade's skin with a tenderness that belied his usual gruff exterior. He leaned in, his lips hovering just millimeters away from Wade's ear.
"I want you," he murmured, his voice low and sincere. "More than anything."
Wade's breath hitched at the sound of Logan's voice, his body responding to the dominant tone. He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Logan's face. He loved it when his partners took control like this, and he was more than willing to submit to Logan's every whim.
Logan smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he saw the look of submission on Wade's face. He loved seeing him like this, completely at his mercy. He ran his hands down Wade's body, taking his time to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt. Each movement was deliberate, teasing, as he slowly revealed more and more of Wade's skin. As the last button came undone, Logan pushed the shirt off of Wade's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He ran his hands over the newly exposed skin, his touch sending shivers down Wade's spine.
He traced his fingers over the scars that crisscrossed Wade's chest, his touch gentle and reverent. He wanted to memorise every inch of Wade's body, every scar and imperfection.
Logan began to undo the buttons of his own shirt, his eyes never leaving Wade's face. He could see the desire and anticipation in his eyes, and it only made him want him more. He slowly slid the shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and broad shoulders. He then reached for Wade's belt, unbuckling it with a smooth motion.
Logan's gaze roamed over Wade's body, taking in every inch of him. He felt a sense of possessiveness wash over him, a primal need to claim what was his. He ran his hands over Wade's hips, his touch possessive yet gentle.
"Mine," he growled again, his voice low and possessive. "You belong to me, and I'll never let anyone else touch you." Logan's grip on Wade's hips tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled him closer. He nipped at Wade's neck, leaving a trail of possessive kisses and bites down to his collarbone.
"You're mine to mark," he whispered, his breath hot against Wade's skin. "To claim, to possess."
The sound of crickets chirping and the rustling of leaves filled the air as they stood in the middle of the prior battlefield, far away from civilization.
Logan continued to mark Wade's skin, his lips and teeth claiming every inch of his body. He couldn't get enough of him, the wilderness making him feel more primal and possessive than ever before.
Deadpool, still trying to catch his breath, couldn't help let out a low whistle, with a smirk on his face.*
"Damn, someone's feeling possessive," he teased, his voice filled with amusement, heart beating.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear it right now." In an attempt to silence him, Logan's lips crashed against Wade's in a hungry kiss, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He held Wade's wrists above his head, pinning them to the log as he deepened the kiss.
Wade moaned into the kiss, his body arching up against Logan's. He could feel the heat building between them, the wilderness only serving to heighten their desires.
Logan pushed Wade down onto the grass, pinning him against a nearby log. Wade's eyes widened at the sight of Logan's intense gaze, and he could feel his heart rate quicken. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way Logan looked at him, like he was a meal he was about to devour.
Logan's hands drifted down to the waistband of Wade's pants, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric. He began to slowly tug them down, his eyes never leaving Wade's face.
Wade's breath hitched as he felt the cool air hit his skin, his body arching upwards as Logan continued to undress him. He was completely at the older man's mercy, and he loved every second of it.
"Please," Wade whimpered, his voice trembling with need. "Logan, please, I need you."
He couldn't believe how desperate he sounded, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the way Logan was making him feel, the way his body was responding to every touch and kiss.
Logan smirked as he heard Wade's desperate pleas, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He loved seeing the other man so needy, so willing to give himself over to him.
"That's it," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Beg for me, bub."
Wade's eyes widened as Logan finally shed his pants, his gaze fixed on the impressive size of his member. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like you're packing more than just claws, huh?"
He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as he compared their sizes. While they were similar in terms of length, Logan definitely had more girth.
"Damn," he muttered again, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment. "Looks like I'm outclassed in the size department." He chuckled at Wade's comment, clearly enjoying the other man's reaction. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Wade's ear.
"Don't worry, baby," he whispered huskily. "I'll make sure you can take every inch of me."
Wade shivered at Logan's words, his body already anticipating what was to come. He knew that Logan was a man of his word, and the thought of being stretched to his limits was both intimidating and exciting.
"I'm all yours," he breathed, looking up at Logan with a mixture of eagerness and surrender.
Logan captured Wade's lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue dominating the other man's mouth. He positioned himself between Wade's legs, his body pressing down against him.
Wade moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Logan's muscular back. He could feel the heat radiating off of the other man's skin, his own body growing hotter by the second.
Logan began to trail kisses down Wade's neck and chest, his hands exploring every inch of his body. He left a trail of marks and bruises as he went, claiming Wade as his own.
Wade's breath came in ragged gasps, his body arching upwards with each touch. He was completely at Logan's mercy, his mind clouded with pleasure and desire.
Logan moved lower, his lips and tongue teasing over Wade's abdomen. He nipped at the sensitive skin, making Wade writhe and squirm beneath him.
Wade could barely form words, his mind too clouded with pleasure to speak. All he could do was moan and gasp as Logan continued to explore his body with his mouth.
Logan moved even lower, his tongue tracing the crease of Wade's hip. He could feel the other man trembling beneath him, and it only made him more determined to push him to the edge. Logan finally reached his destination, his tongue swirling around the head of Wade's cock. He teased him mercilessly, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin until Wade was practically begging for more. His hands tangled in Logan's hair, fingers tugging at the strands as he tried to control himself. He was so close to the edge, but he knew that Logan wouldn't let him cum yet.
Logan pulled back, a smirk on his face as he looked up at Wade, as he let out a desperate whine.
"Not yet, baby," he said, his voice rough with desire, a noticeable disappointment on the other man's face.
Wade's body was trembling with need, his skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. He was completely lost in the moment, consumed by the sensations that Logan was causing.
Logan could feel Wade's desperation, and it only made him want to tease him more. He trailed his fingers down Wade's chest, tracing the outline of his muscles.
He settled himself between Wade's legs, spreading them wider to give himself better acces to tease Wade's entrance with his fingers, circling the tight muscle before slowly pushing one finger inside.
Wade gasped at the intrusion, his body tensing for a moment before he relaxed into the sensation. Logan slowly worked his finger in and out, taking his time to stretch and prepare Wade for what was to come.
"Relax, baby," he murmured, his free hand running soothingly over Wade's thigh. "Just let me take care of you."
He slowly pushed another finger inside, scissoring them to stretch Wade even further. His own body was growing impatient, the need to bury himself deep inside the other man growing with each passing moment. Logan knew exactly where to find it, and he curled his fingers slightly, searching for that sweet spot inside Wade. He knew he had found it when Wade's body jerked and a strangled moan escaped his lips.
He added a third finger, working them in and out of Wade's tight hole. He could feel the other man's body trembling beneath him, his muscles clenching around his fingers.
Logan couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out of Wade, earning a whimper of protest from the other man.
"Shh," he murmured. "I'm going to give you what you need now."
Logan positioned himself at Wade's entrance, his hands gripping the other man's hips firmly. He leaned down to capture Wade's lips in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling together as he slowly began to push inside.
"God..." Wade gasped out, his voice strained. "I feel like I'm being split in two."
Logan chuckled, his hands moving to grip Wade's thighs, spreading them wider. "You're taking me so well, baby," he said, his voice low and rough. "I knew you could handle it."
Wade's back arched off of the grass as Logan finally bottomed out, their bodies pressed tightly together. He let out a moan that was a mix of pleasure and pain, his eyes rolling back in his head. Logan paused for a moment, giving Wade time to adjust to the feeling of being filled. He could see the look of pleasure and vulnerability on the other man's face, and it only made him want to take him harder.
He slowly pulled out, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock disappearing inside Wade's tight hole. The sight alone was enough to make his breath catch in his throat. He snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt once more. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space, mingling with the sounds of Wade's moans and gasps.
He set a relentless pace, his hips moving with practiced ease as he drove into Wade's body. The other man was a writhing mess beneath him, his body arching and bucking with each thrust. Logan reached between their bodies, his hand wrapping around Wade's aching cock. He began to stroke it in time with his thrusts, his grip firm and sure.
Wade's moans grew louder as Logan's hand wrapped around his cock, his body on the verge of overstimulation. Logan pulled his hand away, a sly grin on his face.
"Open up," he commanded, bringing his hand up to Wade's lips. Wade eagerly obeyed, his lips parting as he took Logan's fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them greedily, his tongue swirling around the digits.
As Logan continued to pound into Wade, he brought his spit-slicked fingers back down to the other man's cock. He resumed stroking it, his grip tight and unrelenting.
Wade was the first to reach his climax, his body shuddering and spasming as he came all over Logan's hand and his own stomach. The sight of him coming undone was enough to send Logan over the edge as well, and he buried himself deep inside Wade with a loud groan as he spilled his release.
They collapsed onto the ground together, panting and spent. Logan's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he wrapped his arms around Wade, holding him close.
As they both caught their breath, Wade couldn't help but break the silence with a snarky comment.
"Well, that was fun. Next time, maybe we could try it... not in a battlefield. You know, for a little more variety."
Logan laughed again, his arms tightening around Wade. "You have a point there. I don't think we should make a habit of this."
He pulled back slightly, looking into Wade's eyes with a soft smile. "You're such a handful, you know that? But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Wade leaned into Wolverine's touch, his heart swelling with affection for the man in front of him. "I know you love me for it, even if you don't yet know that." he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.